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Updated: May 29, 2025
Nobody knows the comfort that we Holabirds took, though, in those autumn days, after all this was over, in our home; feeling every bright, comfortable minute, that our home was our own. "It is so nice to have it to love grandfather by," said Ruth, like a little child. "Everything is so pleasant," said Barbara, one sumptuous morning. "I've so many nice things that I can choose among to do.
Last night's twilight isn't over. And it's funny we've plans too; we're going to give lessons, differently; we're going to lead off, for once, we Holabirds; and I don't know exactly how the music will chime in. It may make things Holabirdy." Rosamond had true perceptions, and she was conscientious. What she said, therefore, when she was told, was, "O dear! I suppose it is right! But just now!
People like the Holabirds could not be taking this pains every day; making their cakes and their coffee, and setting their tea-table in their parlor; putting aside all that was shabby or inadequate, for a few special hours, and turning all the family resources upon a point, to serve an occasion.
Katty held her office as a sinecure that day; looked on admiringly, forgot half her regular work, felt as if she had somehow done wonders without realizing the process, and pronounced that it was "no throuble at ahl to have company." But before the tea was the new game. It was a bold stroke for us Holabirds.
Rosamond's measured itself a good deal by the accepted dignity of others; Barbara's insisted on its own standard; why shouldn't they the Holabirds settle anything? Ruth hated to have theirs hurt; and she did not like subserviency, or courting favor. So this morning she was partly disturbed and partly puzzled by what had happened.
They would come over, nearly every day, at morning or evening, and practise "coil," or make some other plan or errand; and so there came to be always something going on at the Holabirds', and if the other girls wanted it, they had to come where it was. Mrs. Van Alstyne came often; Rosamond grew very intimate with her. Mrs.
Barbara went to bed like a chicken, sure that in the big world to-morrow there would be something that she could pick up. It was a miserable plan, perhaps; but it was one of our ways at Westover. Three things came of the Marchbanks's party for us Holabirds. Mrs. Van Alstyne took a great fancy to Rosamond. Harry Goldthwaite put a new idea into Barbara's head.
"Can I be your company to the spellin'-bee to-morrow night, Miss Banks?" burst unceremoniously from the lips of the newcomer. "Thank you, 'Rast. I was just wondering how I should get out to the schoolhouse. You are very kind. We'll go in the bob-sled with the Holabirds." "Doggone!" came in almost a wail from poor Ed. He could have killed 'Rast for the triumphant laugh that followed.
The Holabirds were asked in to tea-drinkings, and to croquet, now and then, especially at the Haddens', whom they knew best; but they were not on "in and out" terms, from morning to night, as these others were among themselves; for one thing, the little daily duties of their life would not allow it.
Lewis Marchbanks did say, one day, that she thought "the Holabirds were slightly mistaking their position"; but the remark did not come round, westover, till long afterward, and meanwhile the position remained the same. It was right in the midst of all this that Ruth astonished the family again, one evening.
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